Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

PART 9 - Possessive C.H

* Y/N stands for your name *

CALUMS POV

"Step the fuck away from her!" I seethed, my lips tight.

Harry's face dropped and he pulled that innocent look out and aimed it straight at me.

"We're just talking," he frowned.

She looked back at him and I saw the way she suddenly felt sorry for him.

She quickly went to his side and pulled him into her side, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

He lay his head on her shoulder, his face hidden from her view and he smirked at me.

The fucker was goading me on and dammit if I didn't want to slap that smug expression of his face.

"Get the fuck off her!" I yelled.

"Calum," she softly warns me.

I look back at her, and seeing her broken features my own features soften.

"Baby, I'm sorry but I can't stand this," I tell her.

She loosens her tight grip on Harry, forcing him to stand up.

I glare at him, taking a step towards him and point a finger at him.

"Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend!" I demand.

He stands up straight, his chest puffed out and steps towards me.

"I will," he says, with a nonchalant shrug.

Y/N smiles and let's out a contented sigh.

Fuck, do I feel bad for her.

If I know Harry, and I do, that's not all he's going say.

He had more, he's just waiting to time it perfectly.

He steps around me, heading for the door, but just as he reaches it, he stops.

His hand hesitating on the door handle, he speaks, but doesn't turn.

"But I can't guarantee she'll stay away from me," he groans.

I lunge at him, grabbing at his shirt and spinning him around to face me.

I grab the collar of his shirt in my fists, until my knuckles go white, and shove his back against the wall.

"Say that again, I fucking dare you!" I seethe.

Y/N rushes to our side, tugging me to pull me back.

Harry winks at her and she gasps, making me ram his back into the wall again.

He winces and she cringes.

"Stop. Just leave it," she begs me.

Harry sniggers, a smug expression on his face and I know he's happy because he's got what he always wanted.

He shoves at my chest, pushing me back and making me lose my grip on his shirt.

He pulls at his shirt, putting it back into place and eliminating the crumples.

"I can't guarantee she'll stay away from me," he shrugged.

He turned to face us again and he looked at Y/N as he spoke his next words.

"She comes to me Calum, I don't go to her," he goads.

My jaw clenches, and I breathe heavily out of my nose, my cheeks flushing with anger.

"Stay. Away," I say through tight lips.

"She likes me Calum. I'm kinda irresistible you know," he says.

Y/N has frozen, her eyes clouded with unshed tears and I know this is killing her.

"She wants me. She dreams of coming into my bed. She dreams of me taking her against the sheets, kissing her, touching her, fucking - "

I pull back my fist, a growl escaping my lips, and I swing at his face, knocking him to his knees.

He kneels before me, his smug expression at his feet, having been knocked off him.

My foot comes out, not even thinking of my next move and I kick him with so much force, straight in the gut.

He cries out in pain, as he doubles over and I hear the scream coming from Y/N's lips.

She drops to his side and cradles him against her, as he winces.

"Stop!" she cries, her cheeks already wet with tears.

She helps him stand and guides him to the doors, where Liam is stood among the onlookers, looking utterly horrified.

After Liam takes him inside, she spins around to face me, her face shaking with fear and anger.

She slaps at my chest, pushing me back.

"He didn't deserve that! I can't believe you fucking did that!" she screamed.

"You just hurt him! You did exactly what he wanted, but you did it in the worst possible way. I can't believe you," she cried.

She opened her mouth, trying to speak but failing to come up with the right words.

"I can't even look at you," she whispered.

She sounded disgusted, disappointed and ashamed and I hated that.

"Baby - " I began.

But she cut me off.

"No," she said. "Stay away from me."

She backed away, before turning and racing away from me.

"Y/N," I shouted.

I followed her, pushing through the crowds and hoping that she was still here.

Seeing the way her face fell and how frightened she looked was killing me.

This was the last thing I wanted, I didn't want her to see me that way.

But he clearly did.

And he'd got what he wished for.

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